The Troubles of a Female Hero

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The Heroine's Trouble
Prologue: A Sweet Dream
I'm a born thief. Although I grew up in a noble family and lived a life of ease, stealing became
the most important activity in my life. Although I'm considered a spoiled brat, I'm clever and careful. I started
doing bad things from a young age, but I've never failed in stealing a penny or a pound from my parents' wallets. Even in
school, from stealing from classmates to heroines, no one ever suspected me because I seemed so well-behaved.
In society, I still steal from everyone, but gradually, I grew tired of this unchallenging lifestyle.
The wealth I currently possess, combined with my parents' inheritance and title, is enough for me to squander for ten lifetimes. My adventurous
nature calls for a challenge. This time, I'm going to steal women's hearts, and my targets aren't ordinary mortals. My
targets are the heroines of the Justice League, including Supergirl, Batgirl, Wonder Woman, and Wonder Girl.
In my mansion on the outskirts of London, I entered a secret room in my basement. This basement
was off-limits to my servants; they couldn't even find the entrance. This was
where I would tear off the masks of these pretentious female heroes. Four huge photographs hung on the wall—
pictures of the female heroes I would be taming. Once I had them as sex slaves, I would
hang their nude photos here as part of my collection.
In my most important safe was a precious meteorite
from Krypton. I knew that capturing Supergirl required this meteorite, and I had successfully
analyzed its components. This way, I wouldn't need to use the meteorite directly against Supergirl, nor
would she perish from its power. I could also successfully weaken her superpowers,
allowing me to do as I pleased.
I know that Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl, the Amazonian sisters, derive their power from their belts.
Once their belts are removed, they become like ordinary women, and they have no
resistance to ether. I also know their magical lassos have absolute power to make them obey the user
's commands.
Batgirl should be the easiest to deal with. This red-haired woman has always been able
to enjoy her good fortune by hiding behind Batman and Robin. Therefore, with my strength, she
's no match for me in a one-on-one fight. And according to intelligence, Batgirl is Barbara Gordon, the daughter of the Gotham City Police
Commissioner. She's my primary target. After capturing and successfully training her, I'll use
the information she reveals about these "bitches" of the League of Heroes, and then use her as bait. This way, these heroines will
submit to me one by one.
Gotham City.
Barbara Gordon? Gordon was in a good mood because Batman and Robin had left Gotham City again to track
down the Joker. This meant that Gotham City would be hers to rule today. Previously, every time she went out on a mission, they were always so well protected that
she could only deal with weak characters like Madam Poison Ivy or other minor villains, which left her
feeling unfulfilled. She couldn't wait for her work at the library to end so she could go back and change into her Batgirl costume.
She loved the feeling of the rubber fabric tightly encasing her stunning figure. She fastened her all-purpose belt,
hopped on her motorcycle, and raced through the streets of Gotham City fighting crime. She adjusted her glasses, glanced at the clock—
it was almost five o'clock! Her legs trembled with excitement. The moment the clock struck five, she dashed to the clock and
rushed home.
Once home, she immediately switched to the police radio channel and listened to the broadcasts to see
what had happened that day. As she listened, she took off her costume. She decided to take a shower before her mission today, ensuring she
was in top condition to teach those despicable criminals a lesson.
Barbara lay comfortably in the bathtub, enjoying the massage from the water jets. Sometimes she
would deliberately adjust her position so that the water jets would hit her anus directly, and she would even reach a minor orgasm sometimes. However
, she wasn't in the mood for that today; her attention was suddenly drawn to a news report.
"Sir Sir Shrew, a British nobleman, had his jewelry stolen today in the presidential suite of the Hilton Hotel. It is understood that the
theft may have been committed by a Gotham City gang, and the police have launched an investigation based on the clues."
Barbara muttered to herself in the bathtub, "This is interesting. The British got robbed in America. These
arrogant nobles are always so self-important. However, robbing a big hotel is rare. It should be
a big case committed by the likes of Catwoman, Two-Face, or the Joker. Great, I'll get involved!"
Barbara started paying attention to the police channel, but it seemed like they had no clue. She decided to end her relaxing
bath, got up, and turned on her computer. She wanted to check Shrew's background and ask him what happened. She
looked at the information: "Sir Shrew - Age: 33, Parents deceased, hereditary knighthood, graduated from Cambridge University, Trinity
College, major: Chemistry, unmarried."
"Looks like a rich kid and a spoiled brat," Barbara thought to herself. She walked to the large mirror,
untied her towel, and displayed her toned body. She opened her secret wardrobe, which contained a dozen Batman
costumes. She randomly picked one; this was going to be a fun night to fight crime.
After getting dressed, she hopped on her motorcycle and sped off towards her destination.
Under the cover of darkness, she knew the presidential suite was on the top floor. She sneaked onto the roof and stood directly above it
. From her storage pouch, she took out a gadget that looked like a spider. Holding a remote control, she lowered
the spider down the wall, letting it crawl down. She then put on a pair of glasses, allowing her to
see everything in the room through the spider—a toy given to her by Spider-Man. She carefully manipulated the spider, successfully
sneaking into the suite through the window.
At that moment, she clearly saw a man and a woman making love on the bed. The woman's face
wasn't very clear at first, and she didn't want to look too closely. However, the woman's figure was really attractive, and she
couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. When the woman suddenly tilted her head back, Batwoman was truly startled; it was...
Batgirl, a top model, thought to herself, "This gentleman is either incredibly wealthy or extremely charming." However,
she suspected he had bought the jewelry, which greatly diminished her desire to retrieve it for him. Nevertheless,
the live sex show she was witnessing held her captive, drawn by the beautiful face and figure of the female lead.
Batgirl blushed. Although she was no longer a virgin, she had always longed to sleep with Superman,
yet he ignored her sex appeal. She even harbored some resentment towards Wonder Woman and Supergirl. She knew that although Superman had married
Louise, he had affairs with both of them. She noticed the man's penis was quite large,
rapidly thrusting into the woman's vagina, and the woman's moans clearly reached her ears. She couldn't help but reach between her legs,
slowly rubbing her most sensitive area through her pants. Finally, the model and the man left the room. Batgirl
, seeing the room empty, prepared to investigate.
Batwoman used her bat-string to leap onto the balcony, pushed open the French windows, and went inside. She carefully surveyed the room,
recalling the messages on the police channel. She decided to check the safe first for clues. A raised area
caught her attention; the deep purple was the Joker's color. She touched it lightly, and suddenly
a burst of gas shot out from the wall. Batwoman quickly retreated and held her breath, but it was too late. A sweet scent filled the air, and her
vision blurred. Her last memory was that she had been tricked, and then she lost consciousness.
While Batwoman was manipulating the spider, I already knew of her arrival. I deliberately sent the mannequin away and waited for
the ether in the room to dissipate before entering. Just as I expected, Batwoman had fallen for it. Looking at the sleeping
beauty, I almost had the urge to rape her directly, but that would ruin my fun. I took out
a syringe and gave her an injection, ensuring she remained asleep until she returned to my London home.
The sleeping Batwoman was stuffed into a large suitcase. I immediately ordered a check-out, and
thanks to my aristocratic status and private jet, no one checked me at customs, so
the suitcase containing Batwoman was safely loaded onto the plane. Back at the villa, Batwoman was still unconscious from the anesthetic injection 　　 .
I carried her to my private
room, and judging by the time, the effects of the drug were almost worn off. I first unbuckled her belt, her most threatening
weapon. Once 　　 that was gone, I wouldn't care about
her mediocre skills. Next, I prepared my position to fuck her, and then waited for my 　　sleeping beauty to wake up 　　. ********** ... 　　 Her eyes finally adjusted, and she saw that she was locked in a cell. She touched her waist and found that her 　　magic belt was gone, but her clothes and mask were still intact. But where was she? And 　　who had attacked her? 　　 "Welcome to London! Batwoman!" a man's voice came from the shadows. 　　 Batgirl was startled. She'd been brought to England! It seemed Shrek was behind it all. She snapped, 　　"You're Shrek! What do you want? I'm Batgirl of the Justice League!" 　　 "I know you're Batgirl, that's why you're here. I want you to turn Wonder Woman, 　　Wonder Girl, and Supergirl into my sex slaves." 　　 "Who do you think I am! I'm Batgirl, and I won't submit to a villain like you!" 　　 "You think they consider you a friend? You know what? I think Supergirl, Wonder Woman, even 　　Wonder Girl looks down on you! Look at you! You don't have Supergirl's superpowers, you don't have those Amazonian savage powers 　　, you only have that laughable toy belt. They despise you from the bottom of their hearts!" 　　 "No! You're lying!" " 　　 Really! Otherwise, why would they always refuse to go on missions with you! You're a burden! So you can only follow 　　Batman and Robin around like a shadow, pathetic! And I bet the only reason they'd accept you is because you 　　seduced them with your body! Or maybe they just see you as a tool for their lust." 　　 "No! You're lying!" Batwoman suddenly cried out. 　　 I felt a surge of smug satisfaction. I knew my words had completely shaken her confidence. She had 　　felt this way for a long time, but she had never been willing to admit it. I continued, "Actually, you're not that 　　bad! Your figure is the best among these hypocrites!" 　　 My hand, through Batgirl's rubber suit, began to caress her breasts. "Look at your tits! So 　　pointed and perky! Wonder Woman's tits are too swollen, like a cow's, while Wonder Girl is still wet behind the ears, 　　not charming enough! And Supergirl's tits are too small! Besides, there are too many black-haired and blonde women! 　　It wouldn't be bad to have the chance to fuck a red-haired slut! I know you're a natural redhead, so your pubic hair should be red too, 　　hey! Until today, I'm going to fuck a hole covered in red pubic hair for the first time!" 　　 "Let me go! You despicable little man! If you have the guts, fight me one-on-one! Don't use such underhanded methods 　　!" Batgirl glared at me angrily. 　　 "Looks like you're pretty unconvinced! Fine! I'll give you a chance. I'll show you just how pathetic you are 　　! That's why Supergirl despises you from the bottom of her heart! Come on, let's face it off, 　　hand-to-hand combat. If you beat me, I'll set you free. If you lose, then you'll have to pay the price." 　　 Batgirl knew he might be toying with her, but she still held onto a sliver of hope. Without hesitation, she agreed 　　. She was confident in her skills; she could easily take down this spoiled brat in a few moves, as long as 　　he didn't resort to underhanded tactics. 　　 I released Batgirl's restraints. She twisted her slightly numb wrists and ankles, hopping a few times in preparation 　　. I coldly watched her movements. I knew she was secretly delighted, but she had no idea of 　　my strength. She jumped around me first, then suddenly started doing somersaults. I was genuinely chuckling to myself; her fancy moves...

I thought her offensive was utterly ineffective. I slightly turned to the side and kicked her in the stomach. Batgirl
flew out of the room, clutching her stomach and groaning on the ground.
I approached her with a smile, grabbed her wrists, and kicked her twice more hard after removing her hands from her stomach.
Batgirl was in so much pain she couldn't scream. I'm sure her features were contorted beneath her mask, and I could see
tears streaming down her face. I took out handcuffs from my pocket, cuffed her hands together, and
dragged her to another room like luggage.
I hoisted Batgirl's hands high with ropes, and tied her legs to ropes connected to pulleys
. Now her body was completely unprotected, ready for my arbitrary abuse. I walked behind her,
licking her cheeks, and kneading her breasts through her rubber suit. At this point, Batgirl was still in too much pain
to resist, only able to gasp for breath.
I pulled the rope tied to Batgirl's knees upwards, leaving her with only one foot on the ground.
She squirmed uncomfortably, unable to close her legs to protect her genitals. Besides, I've always believed that
female heroes like her, who cover their faces and wear rubber skin, yearn for a strong and powerful man to
conquer them. So, a little SM-style torture would surely subdue these arrogant
women.
"Alright, you should know how pathetic you are. In less than five minutes, you're tied up here
."
Batgirl hesitated, then lowered her head, as if lamenting her own powerlessness.
I brandished my blade in front of Batwoman, her eyes filled with terror. I ran the back of the knife
across her pale cheek, and she cried out in fear, "No! Let me go!"
"I never thought the world-renowned Batwoman would be such a coward!" My knife slid down her body to
her breasts. Stimulated by the various sensations, I felt the heroine's nipples were already engorged and erect. Through her leather
suit, the shape of her nipples was clearly visible. I chuckled inwardly. This bitch heroine wasn't wearing
a bra while fighting crime; it seemed her chest was trembling as she ran.
"I never thought Batwoman would be fighting crime without a bra! I wonder if she's not wearing underwear either
?" I said with a laugh, pinching her nipple hard through her clothes.
Batgirl screamed in pain, sobbing, "Please let me go! I promise I won't tell anyone,
the Justice League won't know."
"Hey! Trying to fool me with the Justice League! I was planning to kidnap Supergirl and other super bitches to fuck
! Don't you even consider whether the Justice League respects you?"
I began to lightly touch her shirt with the tip of my knife, the back of the blade sliding between her breasts, making them appear
even more prominent. After playing with them for a while, I gently pierced the bulge in her clothing. My knife
slid down with her dreamlike moans, slowly revealing her snow-white breasts. I didn't rush to strip her naked all at once,
but slowly wore down her willpower.
Most of her breasts were now exposed, and my hands directly touched them; the feel was indeed superb.
Batgirl closed her eyes tightly, biting her lower lip, trying to banish this humiliation from her mind, but
the sensation in her body was real; she couldn't escape this fact.
Batwoman felt the knife move between her legs, and with the tearing sound of her clothes, she knew her red
pubic hair was exposed.
I watched triumphantly as the former heroine was about to become a slave to my penis. I knelt down, bringing my head close to her
vulva, ready to admire it closely. A unique woman's scent wafted towards me—the smell of a woman in heat
. It seemed Batwoman had always longed for someone to violently rape her.
I began to manipulate her pink labia with my fingers. Her labia were already swollen, but although the labia majora were swollen
, the labia minora still protected her entrance. Her clitoris was glistening with vaginal fluid. At this moment, Batwoman
felt wave after wave of pleasure. She bit her lower lip tightly, trying not to make a sound, because she
knew it was the sound of ecstasy, a sign that she had surrendered.
My gaze shifted to the Batwoman's anus. The folds of her anus were beautiful, and unlike most women's,
it wasn't a deep brown. When my finger touched it, her tightly closed lips finally let out
a soft moan. Judging from the shape of her anus, she had no experience with anal sex. It seemed that taking her anal virginity
was my chance. Moreover, based on her reaction earlier, she would definitely become wildly obsessed with the magic of anal sex. However,
the best is always saved for last, so this time, I'd better enjoy her pussy first. I
couldn't resist lightly touching her anus with my finger. The Batwoman shuddered. I moved
behind her, kneading her firm breasts with both hands while whispering, "Heroine, I've seen your whole body.
You're definitely not a virgin. You've been with men for a long time. Look at the color of your labia. You were deflowered in middle school.
Hmm! Your anus still looks like virgin territory. Not bad. I'll have a chance to fuck a virgin hole."
These words brought the Batwoman back to reality. She could only close her eyes tightly and remain silent.
I tied her ankles with rope, then used a pulley to lift her left leg high,
exposing her vulva completely. Batwoman knew she couldn't resist, like a doll at my mercy. I
stopped foreplay, raised my already engorged penis, and thrust it directly into her vulva with a soft "plop."
Batwoman could no longer keep her lips closed; she let out a mournful cry. I thrust
into the deepest part of her vulva again and again, while one hand kneaded her breasts forcefully, and the other slapped her snow-
white buttocks repeatedly. Amidst the interplay of pain and pleasure, Batwoman's cries of anguish ceased, replaced by a
joyful whimper. Then, I slowed down, using a nine-shallow-one-deep technique. Batwoman's buttocks
involuntarily moved in rhythm with mine. I fucked Batwoman for a full half hour,
finally ejaculating into her uterus amidst her cries of pain.
By this time, Batgirl was practically naked, the only intact part being her mask, which had been raped.
Her body was covered in a mixture of sweat, vaginal fluid, and semen. She was almost completely exhausted,
barely able to stand by her bound hands.
I caressed her face through the Batwoman mask and said, "What is your true face? Let me tear off
this superfluous thing!"
"No! Please! Don't! Please don't do this, please let me retain a shred of dignity."
"No! Then what are you willing to do to dissuade me from this thought?" I said,
running my fingers along her rounded lips.
As if she understood my implication, the Batwoman whispered, "Please let my mouth take your cock in!" Her
face turned red as she finished speaking.
"Alright! Then I'll have the world-renowned heroine give me oral sex!"
I lowered the rope hanging from the pulley so that the height of the Batwoman's head was just right for the position of my cock.
She obediently knelt on the ground, extending her fragrant tongue to lick the remaining semen on the glans.
"Hmm! Quite good! Looks like you're not a novice! How many men's dicks have you licked?"
Batgirl blushed but didn't answer, only taking the entire glans into her mouth.
"If you don't tell the truth, I'll rip off my mask!"
"I've licked three dicks!"
"Ha! Batman's and Robin's?"
"Yes!" Batgirl answered softly, but she still had the dick in her mouth.
"So how many men have you slept with?"
"Three!"
"Did Batman and Robin ever sleep with you at the same time?"
Batgirl hesitated for a moment before answering, "Yes! In the Batcave, Batman and Robin pinned me down
on the Batmobile and raped me!"
"So Batman likes threesomes and SM. No wonder the women around that guy always run away.
The truth really should be revealed to the world! They are truly the most hypocritical scoundrels in the world! On the surface, they are virtuous, but in private,
they are thieves and prostitutes! But I think Batman and Robin are gay, and you are just their shield.
After they finished with you, they must have continued, right?"
Batgirl leaned back in shock, my penis slipping out of her mouth. She stared at me with wide eyes, looking
like she wanted to ask me how I knew.
I didn't answer her question, but instead slapped her cheek with my penis and said, "Bitch! Keep licking!"
I watched as saliva dripped from the corner of Batwoman's mouth, her cheeks bulging from the penis inside, accompanied by
sucking sounds. She was sucking vigorously, and it was clear that she wasn't just doing it because I was coercing her;
Batwoman was deeply into it. Her tongue slid rapidly across my penis like a serpent. Although her
expression was hidden by her mask, I believed she was completely absorbed in it. She liked perverted sex; simply penetrating
her vagina wouldn't give her enough pleasure. She needed to be conquered through her mouth and anus. So,
women like this needed to be conquered by violence.
Batgirl intently licked the penis, suddenly realizing she was completely absorbed. Waves of pleasure had
overwhelmed her body and soul. Although she knew she had taken a wrong step, the sensation of the penis in her mouth was
irresistible. She truly loved the feeling of oral sex; she loved the way the penis danced in her mouth. She remembered
the time she lost her virginity at sixteen, and how she had loved the feeling of oral sex ever since. After that, whenever they made love,
she would eagerly lick her partner's penis. She would always remember
the pleasure of holding Batman's penis in her right hand while having Robin's penis in her mouth.
Now, her right hand held the penis, while her left hand had already reached down to her crotch, secretly slipping towards her anus
. She knew this place could give her the greatest stimulation.
Under Batwoman's masterful oral sex, I could no longer hold back. Batwoman noticed my penis growing
larger and larger in her mouth; she knew I was about to ejaculate. Instead of pulling away, she quickened her tongue's pace. I finally ejaculated,
spraying my semen onto Batwoman's mouth. Her lips and mask were covered in my white semen, and her
nose was also covered, causing her to choke.
After Batwoman had caught her breath for a while, I took out a damp towel to wipe her clean. She let out
a soft moan of pleasure. I gently stroked her cheek and said, "Your red hair is really beautiful!
Even your pubic hair is red! I know a celebrity's daughter who also has red hair. That celebrity is Gordon, you slut!
You're Barbara? Gordon, Chief Gordon's daughter! Right?"
Batwoman's body trembled, as if she wanted to ask me how I knew her true identity.
Ignoring her body language, I calmly pulled down her mask as I spoke. Amidst Batgirl's grief-stricken
screams, I ripped off her mask, revealing Barbara Gordon's face beneath.
"No! You promised me you'd leave your mask on!!" she protested desperately.
"Hey! You only left it on because you couldn't guess. I know your identity now, so let's face each other naked!"
Batgirl, exposed, was nearly exhausted. She had no ability to resist. She collapsed onto me,
her hands, now free, instinctively covering her genitals. I gave her no chance to breathe. I
dragged her to the bed, handcuffed her hands to the bedposts, and positioned her in a doggy-style position. This
way, I could use an even more humiliating position to fuck this red-haired heroine properly.
Batgirl could only gasp for breath, letting me manipulate her body. She hadn't fully
recovered from the shock of her true face being exposed. My hand first touched her swaying breasts, and instantly, her nipples hardened
. Although she was in a terrible mood, her body was honest; she knew clearly that her
vagina was slowly leaking fluid, and she also knew she liked men penetrating her from behind. Every time Batgirl
had a threesome with Batman and Robin, when they took turns penetrating her from both ends, she would always orgasm to the point of near exhaustion.
Okay, now I'm going to start playing with this heroine's anus. I stood on the edge of the bed, watching Batgirl's round
buttocks tremble. I spread her snow-white buttocks apart with both hands; her red pubic hair was already soaked and plastered with fluid,
and her pink labia were swollen with excitement, while her anus contracted and relaxed rhythmically.
He pressed his face close to her buttocks, first lightly touching Batgirl's anus with his tongue. Her body visibly jolted.
Batgirl's anus appeared untouched, but this slut seemed eager for anal sex.
"Has your anus ever been fucked?"
"No!" Batgirl's expression was a mixture of shyness and anticipation.
Batgirl's feelings were conflicted. She had hoped Batman would fuck her anus, but he and Robin had never shown
any interest in it. They seemed only interested in each other's anuses. Even in a threesome, one of them
would only ask her to give oral sex while the other penetrated her vagina. She was too ashamed to ask them to fuck her anus, so she could only
use water jets and her own fingers to make do. Now, someone was intensifying their attack on her anus. She was somewhat
expectant, but she had been kidnapped and raped, and her rationality was gradually fading due to her body's reaction.
"Do you want your anus to be fucked?"
"No... oh..." Batgirl tried to deny it.
Watching her increasingly feeble resistance, I decided to intensify my attack. I gently touched
the folds of her anus with my index finger and lightly nibbled at her snow-white buttocks. Her body trembled noticeably.
I lay down beside Batgirl, fondling the heroine's body as I said, "Look! That flashing
red light is our recording. Do you want to show your dad the video of you giving him oral sex? I'm sure
he'll be masturbating while watching, or maybe he'll
want to fuck your ass too when he sees you getting this good! Or maybe we can sell you to the Joker, the Penguin, or the Mysterious One. Forget it, selling you to Catwoman
would definitely get a better price. That bitch Catwoman is a lesbian, and I bet you've had a fling with her too."
Although she had already guessed this would happen, Batgirl still couldn't help but sob and plead, "No! Please
! I'll do anything!"
"Hmm! I'm easy to talk to. So what conditions will you offer me to stop doing this?"
Batgirl looked puzzled. I continued to hint, "If someone here can replace
you, and let me calm down, maybe you can go back to being Chief Gordon's obedient daughter. Otherwise, the chief
will only see his precious daughter in adult films from now on! Believe me, the Justice League itself
would be a huge hit if it went into adult movies."
"You mean you want me to betray them?"
"I didn't say betray them! I just asked you to help me find them to come here one by one! You know,
they've never considered you a friend or partner. You've just been deceiving yourself!"
Batgirl was torn. She was really afraid her father would see her like that. She only wanted to protect
her elderly father. She was also afraid of falling into the Joker's hands. She knew it wouldn't just be physical torture;
the humiliation she would suffer would be much greater. But she was also a heroine of the Justice League. How could she be an accomplice to evil?
However, Shrek's words had truly struck a nerve. She knew her abilities were inferior to Wonder Woman and
Superwoman, and they seemed to genuinely look down on her. Her mood slowly shifted; she was almost convinced to join
this evil plan. But her deeply ingrained sense of justice made her nearly reject it. Just then, she suddenly
remembered the arrogance Wonder Woman had shown when she was saved by a penguin.
The message in her eyes was: "Batwoman! You're such an idiot! You always need help."
I could see Batwoman was still struggling, so I suddenly asked her, "Since you've been
fucked by Batman and Robin, who fucked Superwoman and Wonder Woman?"
Batwoman was startled by the question and lowered her head without answering.
"No answer! Then I'll just sell the tape I just recorded to Global News Network and let everyone know
what a lewd bunch of heroes Batman and Robin are."
She sighed softly and said, "They actually don't really respect Batman and Robin. They're only
interested in Superman. As far as I know, although Superman and Supergirl are uncle and niece, they often cheat on
each other with incest behind Lucy's back. Superman is obsessed with the blonde Supergirl, and they're from the same planet.
Superman admires Wonder Woman's big breasts the most, and he wants her to give him oral sex and breast sex. Wonder Woman likes it when Superman
pours his semen on her face; just that gives her an orgasm. And Superman never pays any attention to me!"
Batgirl started to sob after she finished speaking. I knew her pride had been hurt again. I had successfully pushed
her to the edge of a cliff, and I had almost stolen her heart.
"You're really amazing, how do you know all this?"
"They have a habit of staying behind to discuss things after meetings, pretending they have something to do. I'm
the one who designed the entire Justice League headquarters' electronic devices, so naturally I have some records!"
I said softly, "These self-important bitches really need to be taught a lesson. So, do you want to
cooperate? I'll turn them into their original forms, let them be fucked like bitches, and then turn them into prostitutes to be
fucked by anyone, while you look down on them from a high and mighty position! Slave them, to get revenge for their contempt for you! Anyway,
you're a bitch, so go ahead and turn those sluts into their original forms."
Batwoman remained silent. I knew she was telling herself to agree, but she couldn't yet break free from
the shackles of "justice." I didn't speak either, just quietly looked at her.
After a long silence, Batwoman finally bit her lower lip and suddenly shouted, "Don't even dream about it! I absolutely
won't help you!"
"Fine! Since you're so principled, then prepare to let your dad see his daughter's
picture in a magazine in the attic. And I assure you, the only time your dad will see you in the future is in an adult magazine
, naked. He'll never see that obedient and filial librarian again. If you
change your mind within an hour, come find me in the living room. If I don't see you in an hour, prepare to see your picture in a magazine
." I finished speaking and turned to leave, leaving Batwoman alone in the room.
Then I heard sobbing and the sound of something falling. I knew Batwoman was venting her frustration.
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I was sitting in the living room watching the video of me raping Batwoman when she walked in, only covered by a sheet.
After a long silence, she finally asked, "Do you have a way to deal with Supergirl's powers?"
"I don't do things I'm not sure I can handle," I replied with a smile, already knowing her decision.
"Then let's cooperate," Batgirl said resolutely.
I ignored her, continuing to watch Batgirl's anal pleasure on the screen.
"You heard me! I agree to your conditions!" Batgirl shouted angrily.
I slowly turned around and said, "You're wrong, terribly wrong. We're not cooperating; you're my slave.
You have to obey me. You have no right to be my equal. I'll make you do whatever I tell you to do."
Batgirl's face changed drastically with anger; this was completely different from her original plan. She was so angry she was about to turn and leave.
"It's fine if you leave. I've already left enough souvenirs. Before you go, I'll give you a set of clothes
so the world-famous Batgirl won't walk naked through the streets of London. I'll also give you a Batgirl anal sex commemorative DVD
. Oh, and I'll give you your return ticket too," I said calmly.
Batwoman's momentum had vanished; she could only stand there blankly. I suddenly snapped, "Throw away the sheets, then
crawl over here like a bitch."
Batwoman looked like she was about to cry, but finally, she did as I commanded. She dropped the sheets
to the floor, crawled over on all fours, and
waited for her to reach me. Then, I suddenly kicked her in the stomach. Batwoman lay on the ground in pain,
clutching her abdomen, cold sweat pouring down her body, unable to scream.
I said, "Have you ever heard of a bitch's knees touching the ground? As a slave, you must understand your master's words. Crawl back
and crawl back again."
Batwoman endured the pain and crawled back to the ground. This time, she dared not let her knees touch the ground, crawling carefully.
Her snow-white breasts swayed in the air; the scene was truly beautiful, truly the ultimate pleasure.
She already knew her predicament. The best way to lessen the humiliation was to obediently comply.
She crawled to my face and said, "I was wrong. I'm your bitch, your slave, at your beck and call."
"Very good! You learn quickly. You know your role, excellent! Now hand over those videotapes and
your own! And I'll teach those hypocritical scoundrels a lesson!"
"I've hidden those tapes in the hidden cabinet by my bedside!"
"Easy! I'll have my men in Gotham City get them! They'll be in my hands tomorrow! But! I think! We
should start with Wonder Girl. Capture her first, then use her as bait to capture Supergirl and Wonder Woman!" "Docrassa should still be a virgin! However, she must 　　have had lesbian sex
with those Amazonian warriors on Paradise Island . They were almost always naked on Paradise Island, so those 　　Amazonian warriors are either lesbians or bisexual! And once they tasted the sweetness, they couldn't escape. Wonder Woman 　　might be more troublesome because she's already been fucked by her superior Tucker, plus Superman's penis. It'll 　　be harder to conquer her sexually. We need to completely destroy this Amazonian princess's self-esteem and make her wag her tail and beg like a bitch!" 　　 "Great! Let's play along with this plan! But first, let's celebrate our success. Come on, let's get in bed 　　." 　　 I wasn't in a hurry to immediately implement my great plan. Instead, I... with Barbara? Gordon was living a life of debauchery, and I 　　was fucking her anytime, anywhere. She was always ready to thrust her ass into any part of her body. In just two days, Batgirl 　　 was 　　completely addicted to the magic of anal sex, and her heart had been easily stolen by me. She was completely 　　my own, and her hatred for other heroines had been fully ignited. But I believed that wasn't enough. I wanted 　　 Batgirl 　　to be my devoted slave and 　　my most capable assistant 　　. ********** 　　... 　　 "Let's go! Let's go sightseeing in London! Your clothes are in the closet!" 　　 Batwoman suddenly remembered that she had been completely naked since being stripped. Oh? She remembered, she 　　had worn clothes before; during SM activities, she had worn "clothes" made of rope. 　　 She opened the closet and found the clothes she used to wear when she worked at the library: a white shirt, 　　a blue long skirt, even her black-rimmed glasses. The only difference was that she usually wore white underwear 　　, but this time she wore a black bra and black thong. On the bed were black stockings and black 　　stilettos. 　　 Barbara sighed. She thought of her past. By day, she was an 　　office worker seen as a spinster; by night, she transformed into a respected heroine. But deep down, she was weary of this life hidden behind a mask 　　. She longed for a glamorous life, but fate had forced her into becoming a heroine hiding in the shadows 　　. She sighed again, put on her clothes, and sat down at the vanity to apply her usual light makeup. 　　 I watched Batwoman in her everyday clothes, truly resembling a librarian. But 　　with those glasses on, she looked like a spinster. It was impossible to imagine that the woman before me had just 　　been fucked to the point of ecstasy, and how alluring her body was beneath her clothes. 　　 I gestured for Barbara to come closer, and she obediently leaned in. My hand moved to her high, firm breasts, my fingers 　　tracing the outer edge of her bra. Her desire was quickly aroused, but she still panted, saying, "You 　　said you were going out! Where are you going?" 　　 I continued to play with her perfect breasts, saying, "You're a librarian! Of course, we're going to the British Museum!" 　　 Still immersed in my finger assault, Barbara suddenly snapped out of it and said, "To the British Museum!" 　　 "That's right! Let's go!" I pulled Barbara towards the garage. 　　 I led Barbara into the antiquarian studies room. Thanks to my large annual grant and knighthood, 　　I could freely borrow these ancient books. It was Barbara's first time in such a place, even as a librarian.

We both put on white gloves. After I selected a book from the staff, I led Barbara to
a large table and sat down. The room was nearly empty, with only a few people engrossed in their books.
While waiting for the book, I reached under the table and gently patted the inside of Barbara's thigh. She understood my
meaning and automatically spread her legs wide. My hand slid up and down her smooth thigh,
while Barbara's hand moved towards my crotch and began to rub.
Just then, footsteps approached, and the book I wanted arrived—a handwritten copy of Said's work. We returned our hands
to the table, and the two of us leaned against each other, engrossed in the book. Barbara was practically mesmerized by its contents; her cheeks flushed, and
her breathing quickened. Finally, she couldn't help but whisper to me, "Master! Let's leave here and find a place where you can
insert your big cock into my cunt!"
Such lewd words uttered from Barbara's otherwise prim and proper appearance only fueled my lust. But
I had other plans for today. I wanted to give Batwoman a "surprise." Although she had submitted to me, she still considered herself superior.
I wanted to show her that she wasn't any better; she was a whore.
I took her back to the car. Barbara looked at me with a flushed face and asked softly, "Master!
Where are we going?"
I drove to Soho without saying a word, and we arrived at a strip club. Someone immediately came up to us.
I nodded to him, and he immediately led me inside. Barbara hesitated, but I still pulled her in.
I whispered, "Wait a minute, you want a 6p. I'll enjoy your performance. If you don't perform well
, everyone in this club will know that Batgirl comes here to get fucked for free. If you behave, five people. If you don't
, I don't know when it will end."
Barbara looked at me in horror and cried, "No!"
I slapped her across the face, and she fell to the ground. I said, "Now repeat what I said
and obey, or you'll bear the consequences."
Barbara looked at my face in horror, hesitated for a few seconds, and then nodded.
"I am my master's slave."
"I'm a whore, I like to be fucked."
"But I can only be fucked by my master's command."
I gestured with my finger.
Barbara touched her cheek and lowered her head, saying, "I understand."
I nodded, pushed her into the room, and sat in the VIP section. This club was mine, and someone was taking
good photos for me. This time, I would enjoy it properly. Inside the room, five men had been waiting for a long time.
Five strong, naked hunks were waiting for her.
Barbara obediently went in. The five men inside
cheered when they saw a red-haired young woman enter. She didn't look like a typical prostitute; instead, she looked like a primary school teacher,
wearing large black-rimmed glasses, a white shirt, and a black pencil skirt—she seemed like a respectable woman.
I said through the microphone, "Okay, give these five blowjobs first. After they've all ejaculated, we'll move on to the next
step."
The five men stood in a row. Barbara looked at the five erect penises. She knew Sly was a
man of his word, and she had to obey orders, or the consequences would be even worse. She steeled herself; her body had already been raped
, and she was being so degrading to protect her father. She knelt in front of the second man, licking his glans with her tongue
, while holding a penis in each hand and beginning to masturbate. The two men on either side hadn't expected the seemingly dignified woman
to be so direct, and they couldn't control themselves, ejaculating directly onto her clothes.
Barbara was secretly delighted. She immediately grabbed the other two penises, while her mouth wasn't idle either. Under her vigorous
assault, the three penises quickly sprayed white, cloudy semen all over her body. Barbara thought it was over,
but unexpectedly, someone suddenly pushed her to the ground. She brushed away the semen dripping into her eyes and saw five
engorged penises in front of her. Five hands roughly tore off all her clothes.
Without any foreplay, three pairs of penises were directly inserted into her mouth, anus, and vagina. Her two hands
each gripped one penis. She almost unconsciously responded to the men's rape. She forgot how many orgasms she had, and she forgot
how the men changed her positions. She only knew that she was a slut, a heroine slut. Finally, she lost consciousness
.
When she woke up, she found herself still naked, but her body had been washed. Lying on the bed
, she saw Slye sitting in front of her. She climbed off the bed and immediately knelt at the man
's feet.
Seeing the former heroine like this, I knew this was the first step to success; next, another
trap would immediately follow
.

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